Stepping out from the air-conditioned house this evening, the world greats me with the sweet smell of magnolias and other sub-tropical foliage. The warm humid air is like a sauna. I love it. The feeling on my skin is like the touch of a woman, like hot, sweet, wet sex, like a long, deep kiss. It is hard to explain, how the weather can give me a hard on! Have I said too much?
In my mind we stumble together down the sidewalk in drunken bliss. At this moment, this is as good as it gets. . . at this moment. We are privileged to recognize this, as who knows tommorrow.
Warm my heart with happy tears and a gentle embrace. It is all about acceptance that nothing will be as perfect as you once imagined it would be. And I can do that for at least one warm summer night.
In my mind we stumble together down the sidewalk in drunken bliss. At this moment, this is as good as it gets. . . at this moment. We are privileged to recognize this, as who knows tommorrow.
Warm my heart with happy tears and a gentle embrace. It is all about acceptance that nothing will be as perfect as you once imagined it would be. And I can do that for at least one warm summer night.
Warm my heart with happy tears and a gentle embrace. It is all about acceptance that nothing will be as perfect as you once imagined it would be. And I can do that for at least one warm summer night.
This is pretty much exactly how I felt last night. You nailed it without even knowing it, I think. Also, I like that you posted it in my journal as well as in yours- I wonder if that was intentional, or an accidental copy & paste. Either way, I love it.
Edited to make the quote tag work.
[Edited on Jul 06, 2005 10:45PM]
Sigh.
This...